Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But you do look like a Nip.
Well, as long as there's a Tojo and a Hitler out there
I don't know. It's a pretty long drive to Arizona.
He got the radio, Yahzee!
Are you serious?
Crank it up! Let's go!
You're not gonna be here in the morning, are you?
You understand me?
You missed mail call.
All of the men under my command...
Can I try one of those?
You sons of bitches!
Cease fire! Cease fire! You're shelling marines!
- I'm hit! - Yahzee!
will be covering our Navajos' asses.
Get us some air support!
I'll cover you. Smoke and cover.
Goddamn you, Joe Enders.
Eddie, give me a shot of Bacardi.
Yesterday, bombers beat the shit out of that rock.
Move!
Joe.
Horses.
You know the difference between you and a Jap, Yahzee?
You can't go back to war if you can't stand up.
We're gonna make it. We're gonna make it out of here.
- What? - What are you doin' after this mess?
Yeah, that George, he's quite a character. He's got a mind of his own.
How about you, Joe?
- Sure you're up to this? - Find out soon enough, sir.
What the hell's wrong with you?
Chick... Stay with him.
That's right. Cos my buddy smeared ash on my forehead.
Right?
Horyo-da.
lookin' for somebody else's ass to kick.
You... you what?
Harrigan! Make her run!
OK, let's go!
No, Rita. He's a mess.
You've been recommended for commendation.
that left me in charge. It was my first command.
Oh, a pair of twos for the kid. Lookin' good.
Somebody's gotta keep the WAVES company.
If there's still a problem between the two of you,
Are you listening?
I was eight, and they anointed me with the holy water.
I don't think it's gonna work.
It's George. George Washington.
- You smoke? - Not really.
And call me in the morning.
So you're with JASCO too, huh?
I can't let 'em take us.
Hail... Hail Mary...
You know, it wasn't your fault, Joe. You were just followin' orders.
men who trusted me...
We all got thumbs up our asses.
The newspapers say our boys are doing great.
Shit.
You see, you eat it... and it's good.
You have a little trouble with that ear, don't you, Joe?
Hit me. Hit me.